magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

bean is not actually from antarctica. his heart is covered in paisleys.

he makes tiny little pictures and sometimes writes about his life.

Untitled.

6 January 2001

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first saturday of wintersession. slept 'til noon. didn't leave the house. played some tetris. did some reading. not too productive though.

cybèle stopped by about dinner time. she's leaving for cuba tomorrow. after dinner she was making suggestions (pretty much out of the blue) of who i should be asking out. i'm not terribly skilled at that sort of thing, and the whole conversation left me feeling a bit of acute loneliness. although earlier in the day i was in one of my semi-hyper/manic moods which usually flip-flops within a few hours anyway.

neither end was all that extreme.